Doodle Art

Doodle art, I never know where I’m going when I start these. This was done a couple of years back and ended up has a 60’s flower power theme.

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good to see you man, you wanna smoke.

Eye of Seoirse.

Think….

Think….

 

The years pass but your always in my heart,

never a day pass, you stand beside me.

Like it’s yesterday that fatal day

Where a drunk driver took your life away.

 

They left our world an empty place,

tears and sadness on a families face.

Siblings without a sister

A mother and father without a daughter.

 

I carried hate for that driver within my heart,

Your life I would have taken without thought.

Years pass and I sat down, forgave you,

You had to live with your deed.

 

To this day the spirit of the sister I knew,

lives every day I live.

But dies over again

Every day my mother lives.

 

For my sister.

Eye of Seoirse

3.12.2016

A Night Dream

A Night Dream

Water passes by unseen, natures night music, plays just for us.
The moon peeps out for a look, at the two entwined in the dead of night.
The feel of your hair against my skin, the taste of your lips at each embrace
The heat of our bodies in the cool night air, has we hold each other tight.
Whispers echo in the silent night has strangers search the others mind.
We sat, kissed and cuddled all night long, Till the morning breaks with song.
The sun has come to steal our time, soon we part and must depart.
If I could pause the rising sun, this night would last forever.

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Seorise

What can you say.

What can you say.

Over the last year there have been a number of lay off’s in the company I work for. In fact around 600 people have gone this year with another 200 waiting to be told. A lot of people don’t know what they will do if it is them next on the list. I had to say goodbye to 4 work colleague’s this week some I have seen every day for a number of years. A couple here happy to be going with just over a year to their retirement, while two gents had mixed feelings. Lets call one Rex and the other Ron. Rex has 18 months to go till retirement, but earlier in the year he lost his wife after many years of illness. He admitted he won’t miss the job but has he put it he will miss“ the shit talk with the lads on the workshop floor” . Rex will be grand, he is a well travelled gent and with his severance package will soon seek the sun.

Ron on the other hand is a different man. People give him a wide berth. Where we talk to ourselves in our heads, Ron talks aloud. With head shaking and hands gesturing people look at him has if he’s not right. If they talked to him they would find a very intellectual and funny man. A man with great understanding but simple in his outlook. He lives with his brother and has never married, yes he has the look of a bachelor. A little unkept and rough looking. Like the rest he retires in a couple of years, unlike the others he will find it hard. While the rest said there goodbye’s half way through the day Ron was still there trying to find reasons to put leaving off. When he went from person to person shaking hands his eyes never looked at them, head bend forward and his usual shuffle he moved around them.

I returned from the canteen with a coffee and met my old friend Ron heading for the locker room for the last time. Stopping to say good bye, He gripped my hand and with his other placed on my shoulder. His eyes damp looked straight at me, ‘ I will miss you he says in a muted voice, miss our talks’.

I look at him and in this man’s face and eyes I could see the loneness ahead in his life. This place was his only outlet, his reason to get up in the morning. The only place he had company out side his brother. Still gripping my hand I tried to tell him has one door closes another new door opens. With a shake of his head and another shake of my hand I watch the empty shell of a man walk away.

I went and sat with my coffee and the look in Ron’s eyes were burnt in my mind. Emptiness hung on his body like an ill fitting suit and the sense I felt from him I have never experienced in my life.

I sit here writing this wondering how many men have given their life working, only to be discarded. To be cast into a life of loneliness or depression. In Ron’s case he is single but even men married feel the same when it comes time to retire from work. They have no male companionship outside the work place. I could be next to get that letter informing me my time in this company is over. Wonder how I will feel after 20+ years of giving them my life. I know the answer to that question.

In the next year(2017) this company is laying off another 7500 employees world wide, my love and compassion goes out to all of them. How many will be Ron’s?

Seoirse

A thought

A thought.

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Do we perceive beauty or do we feel it?

I never tire of looking at this view. It’s my back yard. I love to see the change on a daily bases that happens here in a year. Like this photo above, I awoke on a cool misty morning and looked out just has the rising sun started to burn off the mist.I stood on the decking in my boxers and took a few photos of this. With in five minutes this scene was gone. I have seen other misty mornings but never has good.

Do I come to  comprehend or become conscious of the beauty in the scene. I ask if I have become conscious of the beauty in the scene then what part is the beauty. Is it the light or the  mist, the sun playing through and around the mist. The mystery of what is hided in the mist. Yet at the same time I have photograph the same scene in a full on storm and still love the beauty of the scene. I know I sit and watch this view all the time , I never tire of it.

For me in this place I feel it, it touches a place deep with in. From the wind making the trees chatter to the sound of singing birds. Old mother earth connects with me.

Yet in other places I see beauty but it does not touch me like this place. To you you might or might not see the beauty in it, that my friends is freedom of mind.

May you all stay free.

 

Seoirse

 

Where is Freedom

I believe in the right of freedom,

Freedom to think, freedom to act

Freedom to speak, freedom to stand for my rights

Freedom to cry, freedom to show my emotions

Freedom to love, freedom to help

Freedom to travel, freedom to live

Freedom to die, freedom to believe

I believe in your freedom

Do you believe in mine.

The only place where true freedom can live

is in your mind.

Live free.

 

Seoirse  31/08/2016

Is There A Door

DOORSweet thoughts turn bitter from the dark running through my mind.

Like the child of darkness feeding at the breast.

The milk of uncertainty feeding the darkness of my very essence.

Deeper into the shadow lands of my mind,

Run’s the call of the after life.

To leave behind this darkness, this thing.

The worm that eats your soul.

A decay eroding the will.

IS THERE A DOOR.

 

 

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